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faesdreaming · 7 months

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Yandere Deity - Altar

tw: yandere behaviour, possessive/obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, diety uses he/him pronouns, gaslighting, yandere using his abilities to mess with reader’s perception of reality

“Haven’t you come to worship at my altar?”

•A lone Deity part of a forgotten pantheon, lost to the sands of time. What once was a bountiful temple; filled with offerings and gifts of fruits, meats, candles, with sounds of prayers and hymns of worship ringing through the halls, people streaming in to sing his praise, is now nothing but an empty ruin.

•He’s so very lonely. Nary a person has come to visit him in centuries. Years pass by and he has nothing, no one. Until you. A fateful eve when you happen upon the temple. Hidden away in the heart of a lush jungle, you, an archaeologist, find your El Dorado, your city of gold. You’d long since heard tales of a lost civilization, an Atlantis on land. Yet, here the remnants lay in front of your eyes.

•At the heart of the ruins lays a temple, grand and golden. Although time has chipped away at its’ grandeur, it’s still glorious, in your opinion. It’s a testament to humanity’s evolution. You don’t notice him though, no one does. But he’s noticed you. Nosy little thing, aren’t you? Impudent, little mortal wretch. He ought to kill you for your audacity. Daring to defile his sacred temple, you deserve nothing but the most painful end,

•But, you’re not actually defiling it, are you? You’re so respectful, treating every artifact as though it were the Holy Grail. You revere his temple, it’s a wonder, a marvel to you. It, you treatment, you reverence— you make him feel something new, something foreign. The attention you give him is intoxicating. He’s been forgotten, left behind. Yet, you’re here now. And he isn’t going to let you go.

•So, when a series of natural disasters occurs and suddenly your team is halved, some leaving after the first incident, others meeting fates you don’t want to recall. The others are slowly losing hope, they’ve lost friends, money, time to your passion project. This is your life’s work, you can’t just give up, can you? You don’t want to. You really don’t. But you’re smart enough to know when to cut your losses.

•Then, another freak accident hits. This time is more devastating. Nobody escaped unscathed, nobody escapes at all. Nobody is except for you. You slip in and out of consciousness. One moment, you’re in the rubble amongst your dead coworkers and friends, and suddenly you’re in a bed, soft and warm. You’re delirious, unable to actually make out anything. But you’re certain there’s someone taking care of you. A man. A beautiful man, something, someone, divine. His touch is soft and gentle. Caring even. He placates you with sweet platitudes you can’t quite comprehend in this state, but the smooth baritone of his voice makes your heart soar.

•When you fully regain consciousness, you’re able to see your surroundings. You’re in a room filled with luxury. Ornate decor, golden furniture, the whole nine yards. It’s impressive, if not a little, a lot, off-putting. How did you get here? Who was the man taking care of you? Thousands of questions and thoughts flood your mind. It’s interrupted by him, the man.

“You’re finally awake. How are you feeling?”

•You blink in confusion. It’s—he’s— everything is too much. Too overwhelming. He chuckles, it’s a rich sound that sends shivers down your spine. He reassures you, slowly and gently placing a strong hand of on your shoulder. There’s something commanding in his soft tone, something compelling you to swallow the lump in your throat and obey. He laughs again and you blush.

•He introduces himself as the one who’s been taking care of you. Doesn’t offer you any explanation as to why, but you ought to be grateful. After all, you could have been left out to die. He offers you food and water. You eat like a man starved and drink the water as though it were the sweetest ambrosia. He offers to let you stay here— where is here?— with him.

“You may leave whenever you decide to leave.”

•He promises, even escorts you out of the room, down halls that moves and shift, and spin around. You’re dizzy, delirious, unable to care for yourself. He carries you back to the room. How embarrassing. Your apologies when you regain your composure are shrugged off. It’s fine, he insists. You’re sick, vulnerable. He reiterates his offer, stay until you get better— you could’ve sworn he said stay forever— and are able to fend for yourself. You nod your head in agreement. It’s the logical choice, really. You’d probably die on your own.

•He smiles a brilliant smile at you, swears he’ll care for you diligently. And he has been, hasn’t he? You’re beginning to trust him, have faith— why?— in him. He stays true to his word. Working tirelessly to care for not only your body but your mind as well. Sleepless nights are spent with him by your side, telling you folktales and myths, singing soft lullabies to lull you to sleep, or even merely conversing with you. Days are spent improving your health. He feeds you by hand sometimes when you are too weak to do it yourself. When your health shows signs of improvement, you both go on walks, exploring the extensive gardens and many palace— temple, building, you’re not sure where you are— halls.

•He gifts you with many things too. Soft silk robes, shining jewels, ancient tomes and books, everything you desire you’re given. It’s not your fault, really, that you start to love him— do you?— especially not when’s he’s so kind. So handsome, beautiful really. He looks inhuman, like something divine. He’s attentive and nurturing. Your own prince charming. Your feelings grow as time progresses— how long has it been, you need to leave— until you can’t contain it.

•One day, as he presses a warm cloth to your forehead, you notice just how close he is. How he’s just out of touch. You greedily drink it in, unconsciously inching closer until your lips are pressed against his. The kiss is soft, chaste and you immediately pull away. Your stammering and feeble apologies are interrupted by his hand cupping your cheek. He leans in, your heart thumping in your chest, and kisses you again. This time, you don’t pull away.

•He, your lover, your heart loves you too. It’s surreal— too surreal— and your days spent together become all the more special. You’re utterly content with him, he’s become the air you breathe, the light of your life, you’re everything. It’s only natural for you to become consumed by him. By your life with your beloved— to forget you ever had a life before— spending eternity forever in his arms.

“We only have until forever, love.”

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umitsy · 7 days

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Yandere college nerd pt. 2

warnings: kidnapped reader, stalking

reader's g/n

"It does not matter to me if you see this as cruel, you deserve every truth".

It was the last thing you heard him say after he subtly snuck up behind you to put a damped cloth on your nose and mouth, its contents making you faint quickly.

After waking up, squinting your eyes through the dark to try to recognize your surroundings, you felt something tough was kepting your hands and legs from getting off of the bed.

There was no window, no sound coming from anywhere, until you heard a door being unlocked and footsteps rushing to your side.

"Y/N you're finally awake! Hi! It's me, Claude, you knew it was me, right? Definitely! How could you not—Why are you shaking?". He rambled, you could feel his hands carressing desperately your arms and it was giving you chills.

"I-I-Claude, where are we?". You mustered up, your shaky voice giving out how scared you were and the thought of being the responsible of this reaction made him chuckle.

"Oh sweetie, don't worry about that, better start remembering all that knowledge you keep on that pretty head of yours". After feeling his finger touch your forehead, he got up from the mattress to flicker the lights of the room on.

It seemed cozy, but maybe a little too cozy to your liking. It was small, it certainly had things you mentioned enjoying in some conversations with him, but there were even things you thought you'd never see again on your life.

From some pencils and stationery items on the wooden desk at the other side of the room, to clothes you noticed had gone missing for the last weeks hanging nicely from the open closet.

And then again, the cause of all this fear making your shocked self start tearing up, watching photos of you everywhere, came to your side and whispered to your ear;

"Don't you like it, my first and unique student?". Claude said intentionally making you putty on his hands, starting to discard gently but skillfuly the restraints as you were so scared to run away, he'll be your knight in shining armor and comfort you.

"Please know I did it for your and our good, this society is so corrupted they don't even know what's true anymore. But us, us, my dove, we'll get to fly together into the depths of everything we have to know, together".

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hydrangea-mon-amor · 7 months

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Yandere Vampire

Yandere Male! x AFAB! Reader

Trigger warning! Yandere behavior, obsessive behavior

A/N: Okay it’s been like…a couple of months since I last updated a fic (sorry about that) but I couldn’t help but write this idea down, it has been plaguing my mind ever since I had thought of it. (Which was literally a few hours ago…) anyways, no official title because I’m not sure if this will be a permanent character but please do enjoy the story. (If you can)

Summary! You acted stupid and went into the only Forest you shouldn’t have gone into, to your luck (if we can even call it that) you ran into the Duke Osborne who has insisted you stay the night in his manner lest you be a pray to the creatures roaming in the forest. (He is the creature btw)

Side note — if you read the trigger warning and still were triggered by the content (or any that I’ve wrote) please message me ASAP and tell me about it. I DO NOT condone this behavior.

Duke Osborne sits in front of you,

You mentally curse yourself, you just had to have ignored your fathers wishes and ventured pass the safe grounds of your home. The breath you wish to let out protest against the folds of your lips. You expected some sort of activity to occur in the forest, but you hadn’t expected Lord Osborne to be there as well.

his hands lay comfortably on the table, you sat in apprehension.

“I hear you are the Barons offspring? Such a shame I hadn’t been blessed to see your visage sooner.”

“Duke Osborne—“

“Please, no need for civilities here. Address me casually, just Aloysius is fine.” He tosses a smile, the dazzle of his eyes gleaming down at you. It is peculiar, you don’t think he looks at you as if it were antagonistic, but you couldn’t help but feel cornered.

“Aloysius…you are very kind to allow me a room at your estate for the night, I appreciate it very much.”

“Do you now?”

You gulp.

“Y-yes, since I am the offspring of only a Baron and nothing else, I am not used to, nor think, that I am deserving of such catered treatment.”

The Duke frowns.

“Not deserving?” His query comes out like that of a saddened child, you fiddle with your fingers, unsure of how to answer such a tone.

“Well I…” you straighten your posture. “I don’t mean to speak negatively about myself, but it is common knowledge that the power a Baron or Baroness holds is not that of a Duke or Duchess. I know my station in society, and know of the role I must fit into to adequately play it. It is of no inconvenience to me, so really, a Duke such as yourself shouldn’t be worried with frivolous matters.” Aloysius twirls the spoon in his tea. He has a specific analytic gaze to him, one you feel positively scanned by.

“Is that all? Don’t you feel some sort of resentment for the way society looks down on you compared to other nobles?”

“I do not care for that lifestyle, if I can be happy in life, then that is all I need to be contented.”

“Even if you were as lowly as the offspring of a bastard.”

“Even then.”

He takes a minute to compile his thoughts, but as quick as one would imagine, he resumes his air of chivalry and charm.

You jolt, not expecting for the Duke to clasp his hands quite loudly that it echoed throughout the dining room of his estate.

“Very well then, you amuse me Y/N.” You look at him quizzically.

“Apologies, I don’t think I ever gave you my name.”

“You didn’t have to, I know the names of every resident in this estate.”

“Resident? Pardon me Aloysius, but I am merely a guest.”

“Of course.”

The Duke continues on with his meal, glancing at you a couple times to make sure you had your fill. You can’t say you quite enjoy the Dukes presence, but you do appreciate his effort in assuring your comfort.

This quiet would not last.

“I wonder, do you know of the tale spoken for the Forest of Naught?”

You chuckle uncomfortably, “how could I not?”

It was impossible, you thought, for a child of this kingdom to have not heard it. It’s rhymes are Ingrained to the child it passes over to, until it passes on to the next, and then to the next and on and on it goes.

You can recite it by heart.

In a forest called Naught, where darkness reigns,

Existing creatures man cannot rid nor tame.

A plague they are, with fangs as sharp as knives,

Skin pale as moonlight, eyes aflame with red.

Their feast, the tender essence of your blood,

Teeth sinking deep into sweet flesh so raw.

No care for you, they crave the crimson flood,

Their only longing, for your lifeblood's draw.

These creatures possess powers to deceive,

Morphing their form to appear just like us.

But in reflection, true nature they conceive,

A ghastly visage, causing hearts to fuss.

They shun the light, abhor the sun's bright beams,

Yet thrive by night, fulfilling their dark dreams.

In shadows deep, their wickedness takes flight,

Within the veil of night, their hunger stirs.

No mercy shown, no solace in their sight,

They prey upon the innocent, like curses.

“What is your opinion of it?”

“My opinion?” You take a while to form an answer you’d think he would respond best to. “Well, I think it is definitely something the children could be frightened by—“

You believe you are dreaming, the Duke, Aloysius Osborne, is laughing.

“The children? Truly, a forest as mysterious as this and you think of the children?” You do not think the Duke capable of shedding tears, but here’s he is now, wiping away the tears forming at the baseline of his eyelids.

“I stand by my statement.” Your arms press forth on the table. “Those creatures, whatever they may be called, it’d be horrible if they feast on innocent children.”

“I suppose so, but not every child is innocent.” Aloysius makes motion for a glass of wine to be brought, and it is like magic how a servant is already to his aid. You watch tenderly, eyes fixed at the action in hand. In your opinion, the wine looks a little distasteful. Too red, you thought, but you had not the reason to speak it aloud.

“I would offer you a glass but this wine isn’t any that you have tasted before, I can assure you this.”

“Really now?”

He inclines his head to a nod, “not as sweet as regular wine, tastes quite like iron to the normal civilian, but what can I say? I have an expensive taste.”

You shift in your seat “Well, Duke, my interest is piqued.”

“No civilities!” He whined, almost knocking the glass in the process. Having realized what he had done, he is quick to manage himself. “Apologies, I as an individual simply just abhor honorifics.”

Liar.

“Please just address me by my name, it’ll please me greatly.”

“Excuse my negligence, I’ll keep that in mind for the future.”

For the remainder of your meal, you dine uncertainly. The food you taste is exceptional in taste, but it almost feels bland. You can’t say you would feel any better with the Dukes gaze looming over you like a watchful hawk. Can’t to think of it, why did the Dukes eyes appear more red than his normal chestnut hue? You can’t point the science behind it. And perhaps it is just your wishful thinking, but you never noticed, or thought, the Dukes skin to be so naturally pale. Frankly, it’s color is akin to that of moonlight.

What an odd thing to note.

You say not a single word to him, growing apprehension if he’d take the word and turn it into a working conversation. Even though you are the child of a Baron, and have been educated, you still are not quite adept to socializing compared to your peers.

That is until you start to feel drowsy.

“Please excuse me, but I fear I am succumbing to sleep. Could you please walk me to the room I will be sleeping in for the night?” Without a word, Aloysius rises to his feet, discarding the remainder of his meal. It is odd, for such a lofty meal he managed to finish each glass of wine he obtained.

You wondered why he hadn’t touched the garlic at all…

“Of course, follow me.”

You stand, dusting off the dirt that remain on your clothes. You look at him, and take note of how precisely he is gazing at you.

You shake off the feeling.

You arrive at his side, and generously, he leads you without a word. But you must be honest with yourself, the whole time you ventured through his walls it had almost felt like the phantom touch of a hand was latching onto you.

He yawns, you believe sleep has anchored him too.

“It’s such a shame.” He whined. “I would have loved to dance with you in my ballroom.”

“Aloysius there is no need—“

“I protest. You know full well that my family, Osborne, has danced with the guest of their house before they leave for the night or leave for home. I’d be disrespecting tradition if I hadn’t had even one dance with you.”

Flattery will do you no good.

“I have never been instructed.”

“Pardon me?”

You hesitate, “dancing, it has never come naturally to me and my family hadn’t harbor the sufficient funds to acquire a teacher. But considering my prowess regarding the art, I don’t think I’d be of any good even with the paid help.”

“You can always learn.”

“And with what help, if I might ask?”

“With mine, naturally.”

Your cheeks dust red.

“I cannot trouble you like this.”

“It is of no trouble, please share just one dance.”

In high society, people would think you frivolous if you were to refuse the good natured will of a Duke, considering your title as the child of a Baron, you have no societal standing to reject him. In other words, you are completely and utterly trapped.

“I suppose one would do adequately.” The Duke smiles at you, and perhaps you hadn’t seen him enough in all the parties you were fortunate enough to attend, but he didn’t look as happy and content as he did now.

Oh.

You squint.

Why did the front of his teeth look more like protruding canines instead of regular molars?

Whatever, forget it.

He leads you to his ballroom, the scenery draped in blood red curtains and the floor a sinister black. The area exudes a treacherous aura but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enticed.

It is practically instantaneous that music started to flow into the room. You can only guess that he intended for this to happen from the very beginning and had a servant stationed here for the time being.

“Do you mind if I call your name with a term of endearment?”

You’re startled.

“Your pardon?”

“You know, how wedded couples address each other. Love, darling, sweetie?”

Dread builds in the pits of your stomach.

“Please—I must protest! We have only been acquainted with each other for a few hours!” The Dukes lips purse into a frown.

“Is this your rejection to my proposal of us becoming friends?”

“My Lord—I mean, Aloysius, you must realize that friends don’t simply just refer to each other with such…compounded words!”

There seems to be a looks of realization smearing onto his face.

“Ah, so you mean to tell me that only wedded couples do so?” You exhale, relieved that he is starting to come to sense.

“Right then, apologies with my forwardness.” He hasn’t looked sympathetic at all.

“It’s quite alright.

Aloysius seizes the lead, you think it abnormal, how elegantly he moves through the dance. His long and graceful body forces you to admire it.

“I must confess I was lying.”

Your eyes widen.

“And what what would that be, exactly?”

“I lied to you when I eluded to the fact that I never got the pleasure to see your face. In actuality, I have seen it quite a few dozen times.” You try not to make the stilling of your body too noticeable. “My sister, Duchess Akosua, you may have heard of her, has helped me greatly in seeing you.”

You try to be careful and strategic with how you phrase you sentence.

“In what way, if I may ask?”

“You sleepwalk, Y/N. On many occasions you would wind up in the heart of The Forest of Naught.”

Now, you do not care if it is obvious of your body stilling.

“Of course, you must ask why I had been there too, especially since you sleepwalk quite often.”

You gulp. “H-how often?”

“Ah, I’d say three a four times a week.”

Impossible….

“Y-you were there? Every time?”

“Yes, yes I was.”

You start to hyperventilate.

“B-but why?”

Aloysius looks at you, and it is the kind of look most similar to that of admiration.

“You are just too adorable.” He adds, unable to contain his smile. “But if I were to answer your question…” He leans down, his head level to your ear, and his lips level to your neck. “It is because I am one of the creature of the forest.”

You cry in pain as he bites into you.

You wake in a soft bed, your neck throbbing and your body in only undergarments.

Your eyes widen.

By your side is Duke Aloysius Osborne, his eyes a chilling red and fangs protruding from his lips.

“Ah your awake, how splendid!” He speaks to you as if you are a revered treasure. “For a second I feared I drank too much blood from you, good to know that it was just enough.

“I…I…”

“You must be too frightened, considering your incapability to speak. Don’t be worried, I have decided that you are too precious to discard.”

You force yourself to answer.

“W-what—what do you mean?”

“I mean that I am taking you as my spouse.” He smiles kindly, lending a hand to caress your cheek.

You shiver.

“No need for embarrassment my darling rose, I intend for us to be deeply aquatinted with one another.”

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A/N: okay, I hope this story was enough to suffice for the next couple of days before I release the next one. I do intend to come back and post more actively, sorry for the long hiatus. Also the poem from this story was generated from an ai (lmao) have a good day my loves.

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cookie-crumblr · 5 months

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Red Lily Down

GN! Reader x Bunny Hybrid Harem

Part 1~

Introductions

Their Info: 💐🐰✨

Part: 1 2

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, GN! Reader, No pronouns used for reader, no genitalia descriptions mentioned for reader, bunny hybrid reader/mostly all of the harem is an animal hybrid of some kind, NSFW: sexual themes all throughout, every named character wants you, non con touching, smut, no sex yet! nipple touching

Disclaimer: This harem’s theme is based off of a mix of Roots of Pacha and Watership Down. Not intended to represent any real or specific person/time/place/ or culture!

“Wakey, wakey sleepyhead!” You fling open the thick curtains to Azure’s room.

He was already awake, but he’s got a fierce mix of laziness, and craving you as a daily wake up call. So he was well prepared to stay cooped up for a while. “You’re the sleepyhead, been waitin’ all mornin’ for you,” He pats the cushy bedding beside him, inviting you to join.

You gleefully hop over. As you begin your decent, his arms fully envelope you, and pull you into his body. You snuggle against him as he inhales the top of your head deeply. “You shouldn’t crawl into everyone’s beds, Y/n… Especially a guy’s, like mine…” He pauses, before he scowls, “Or Lore’s. Stay away from her’s too.”

Your heart thumps at the connotations to his words, and the proximity to his hot body that you’re far more aware of now. The way his body contours to you perfectly…

“But… You’re my friends!” You try and keep the fact that your burning up now hidden. Try as you might, it doesn’t stop the fact that you both can hear the sound of each others blood pumping faster, and harder.

“Don’t pretend your heart didn’t just jump,” he nuzzles into your head further, “and your so warm…” His hand finds your chest through your top and squeezes softly.

You jump out of his bed at once, “I’m gonna be late for my checkup with Llyr!” An excuse, sure. But true nonetheless.

“Tell ‘em i’ll kill him if he touches you.” He growls as he rolls over in a huff.

“He has to touch me!” Your face warms, “He’s the healer, Azure.” You roll your eyes at his back.

Azure grumbles and sinks further into the pillows and hay, “I’ll still kill ‘em…”

On your walk through the warren you feel uneasy… Something is definitely watching you.

“Oooooh Llyr! I’m here~!” You enter the vine covered healer’s hut with a mighty flourish, ready to get your business out of the way.

“Perfect! Welcome, Y/N! please, have a seat here,” His back is turned as he speaks. You can hear the sound of him using a mortar and pestle to grind something into a mushy, grainy substance. The sound persists through several long moments, a growing nervousness is able to sink in…

It’s just a check up! You breathe in.

“There… Now, Y/N, i need you to eat this.” He addresses you.

“What is it?” you inspect the bowl, it’s just a mushy, herby ball.

“You don’t want it?” His smile remains even.

“I guess I do…” Unaware of his special ingredient, you gulp it down… You trust the warren healer.

It tastes like roots and spice.

You don’t feel any different.

“Good. Now, take off your shirt”

“Oh… Okay….” Whether you’re used to having it off or not, you still feel embarrassed to do it for him. You cover yourself with your arms until he pulls them away.

“There, good job,” he coos gently. Your cheeks feel warmer.

He leans his head against your now bare chest, fuzzy blonde ear resting all the way up over your shoulder. “I need to hear your heartbeat clearly,” He reaches up your torso.

“O-kayyy—EEP!” As you’re speaking he tweaks your nipple.

“Good~” he coos, “Good response,”

He’s rolling your nipple now.

“Mm… I-Is th-this—necessary?” You question.

“Heyyy, Y/n~!” The warren’s playboy, and your ex, enters through the beaded curtain with a certain undeniable swagger.

The healer puts his arms up in surrender, “Mateo,” though his eyes crinkle into a smile, he’s anything but innocent.

“Been sent by chief to come get them” A sly smirk spreads across Mateo’s face as he helps you back into your clothes.

He rakes his fingers up your arm, leaving goosebumps behind. His hand trails the edge of your ear, and he leans over top of you to blow a little puff of air into it. Your insides heat up, and you cover your face shylly.

“I-uh… Gotta forage with Aster soon anyway! sorry Llyr” You follow him out.

After you’ve both gotten outside and away from curious glances, he pins you to the closest earthen hut. His hand finds your ear to play with yet again, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you…”

“How many people have you said that to?” You roll your eyes.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. I should have never cheated on you…”

“We were together for like one summer when we were like seventeen cycles old.” While you speak you brush away his roaming hands.

He grabs you by the hips, and pushes you harder against the wall. His passion and frustration mixing for you specially. “I never stop thinking of you. Truly. It’s not even sexual all the time!” You feel his breath against your lips, and turn away.

“Wow that’s such an accomplishment for you. I’m soo honored.” You say, sarcasm dripping off your tongue like venom. “I’ll go find the chief myself.”

When you walk away, he’s left there somehow looking more hot than when he came to get you. Disheveled, hot and bothered… Craving you.

On your way, you continue to feel watched…

You open the woven bramble door to Chief Winter’s carved stone hut.

“Ah there you are, little one, have you come to a decision?” Winter is sitting, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back. His one green orb takes in all of you. Your own eyes wander across every deeply carved muscle on his body, stopping in wonder at every beautifully thick and jagged scar.

You notice him smile, pleased that youre enjoying his glorious visage. He uncrosses his legs and his loincloth is tented by something absolutely massive. Your mouth is suddenly very dry. “Yes sir… I mean no sir! I mean—! I don’t know yet… Sir!” You blather.

He asked you a moon cycle ago if you wanted to be his mate.

He laughs heartily, “Do not fret, little one, I find you most endearing.” His smile is warm and inviting, a stark contrast to such a hardened looking man. “But, I’m sure you have duties to attend to. You are dismissed. Do visit whenever though,”

“Y/n! Hey!” Lore pops out from nowhere and makes you jump.

“Lore! Gods, you scared me!” Hand over heart, you try to speak without gasping.

“Hehe! Sorry!” She shifts her attention to the chief, “See ya Winter!”

He smiles and gives you a nod as you’re dragged out by the bard.

Something is still watching you. You can sense it every time you’re no longer sheltered by the indoors.

She clings to your arm as you both walk through the crabgrass and clovers between huts. “When’s our next slumber party?” She puts her bottom lip out and gives you her best puppy dog eyes. She’s adorable.

“I donno, Azure said I shouldn’t be getting into everyone’s beds anymore…”

Her grip tightens painfully, “and… Where were you when he said that?”

“in…”

“His bed. Hm.” Lore pulls a jagged flint knife out of her belt. “Be right back, Y/n~”

you grab her arm, “Wait! could you please stop threatening eachother?”

“But!!! UHG! he needs to die.” She folds her arms, and tilts her head up defiantly, her back is turned to you.

You lean over her shoulder to get direct access to her ear. “No he does not, Lore. I’d never forgive you,”

“F-fine.” Steeling herself with a deep breath, she re-sheathes the knife. “You owe me though…”

“What do you want?” You ask.

“A sleepover! Duh!” She touches your chest, “And…” Her lips crash softly against yours, the scent of sweet herbs carries on her. “That.” She pulls back to look into your eyes before she saunters away happily.

You notice the position of the sun and almost shriek! Aster is so gonna rub it in your face if he forages more than you.

You hurry home to grab your favorite basket and head to the forest to join Aster. On your way, you feel that you’re being hunted.

“Hey Y/n~ Wanna make it a game day?” Aster’s basket is already a quarter full of little fruits and mushrooms, so he’s going to win, but…

“Sure, why not” You giggle.

“Usual rules, loser has to do whatever the winner says…” You don’t quite notice the devilish sparkle to his smile, so you naturally agree. Gotta have fun while you do your duties!

Your basket fills fast enough, you still lose, though it’s not like you didn’t see it coming.

Once you’ve both turned in your efforts of the day, Aster finds you at the banquet. You were putting your bowl away after cleaning it, when his arms snake around you.

“Loser…” He taunts.

“Hah! Aster, no need to be a sore winn—” His hand travels down to your bottoms. “er…”

“Shh. Do whatever I say, remember?” Fingertips find your skin now, brushing barely over it. “stand still.”

Shaking legs and all, you obey to your best ability.

He finds a sweet spot, eliciting a small gasp, and he stays there. Your brows knit, and you close your eyes. he pushes down harder, but still gently.

“Next time, I’m gonna take you.” His breath tickles your neck as he whispers.

You shiver, eyes wide.

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alteriivik · 11 months

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SMILE FOR THE CAMERA | OBSESSIVE CHARACTER X GN READER

a/n i keep getting community labels which is understandable but i hate seeing the zombie apocalypse post flopping :( + my posting schedule is like ion kno anymore

warnings: yandere !!, obsessive behavior, implied murder and sexual implication (?)

You like your photographer friend. But then again, who wouldn’t like him?

He is the perfect man for his photography job. Being a man who is extroverted, accompanied by his sweetness and understanding. He makes great use of his surroundings, turns disasters into masterpieces, and can even create the perfect setting for his photos.

He was pretty handsome as well; you think that his appearance also played a part in his role, as even though he took random pictures of strangers, most of them didn’t seem to mind him, just smiling at him or sometimes even asking to look at the photo of them.

Suddenly, the sound of a camera shutter rang through your ears as it interrupted your thoughts. You slowly turn your head to the sound as you try to understand what just happened. Your dear friend’s giggles were quite loud; he was holding his camera in his hands, smiling innocently at you. It was obvious; he had taken another picture of you. This isn’t the first time he has pictured you; no, he’s pictured you multiple times throughout the years.

"Really? Why’d you picture me right now?" You said, unimpressed with his habit. You didn’t mind a single bit that he pictured you; you trust him.

"You just look nice in this setting!" He said with a bright grin. Jeez, he was too sweet for you. You just stared at him before sighing and shaking your head with a smile.

"You and your camera. I swear you have a collection filled with photos of me." You chuckle. You know he’s been taking photos of you throughout the years, but you’ve never counted how many times he has. You just know that your dear friend likes taking photos of you.

He just giggled along with you.

He continued to giggle to himself alone in his room. The picture he took of you earlier this morning was in his hands. He was careful with the photo, trying not to grip it too hard. He had been admiring your features in the photo. Has it been thirty minutes? He doesn’t know; he just liked looking at the photo of you.

He always thought you looked stunning, from the way your eyes curled to how lovely your lips looked. He loved how your eyes shone, he loved how your hair looked, and he especially loved how you smiled. He loves it all. He loves you all.

Finally, after he was satisfied enough and with a sigh, he carefully attached the picture of you to the wall and backed up from the wall. There were multiple rustling sounds of tissue and paper being crushed and brushed around under his foot; the papers contained scribbled words; the words that are only able to be read are "love".

He stopped backing up, looking up at his lovely wall. The wall was filled with pictures of you. And you only. There were photos dating back to high school—just multiple photos of you from different times—and accompanied by these photos were shredded notes filled with "I love you"s on the wall. There was a giant heart filled with recent photos of you, and the liquid used to make the heart was slowly dripping down the wall. It was gorgeous crimson red.

He loves you all.

He giggled again, staring in absolute love and wonder at his collection. He has a precious collection of his sweet masterpiece of a human, you.

@alteriivik | do not steal

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slickfordain · 1 year

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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

This is a modern set AU. Since Liyue is based off of China and Inazuma is based off of Japan— they will have brown / black hair. Every character with unrealistic hair color will have blonde / ginger / brown / black / brunette hair. Of course, dyeing is a thing— but not used much.

Oh how they loved you the very moment you stepped inside the school with your [Hair color] hair, and those pretty [Eye color] eyes. How could they not love you? Everybody in this school had their eyes on you and— believe it or not— you were paranoid thinking they didn’t like you. Curse yourself you sweet thing, how could you ever think so when they adored you?

You were a mess though so I understand why you thought nobody really admired you. You do commissions in 3 AM, sending the art piece right off the bat at 4 AM, and then you drink your favorite drink without eating breakfast… You’re… Concerning. But, that didn’t mean they couldn’t love you, because what if those commissioners already died for bothering you without paying in return?

They were scammers, darling, you surely would understand and not think about it too much… Ah, but it seems like you never noticed the commissioner being dead. That’s the loveliest part.

Now, let’s get onto Lumine and Aether— two blonde twins who had recently helped numerous of people, they never were able to get a slack. Every single fucking commission;; was about you. They never knew who you were so, they mostly didn’t care… They had to be obedient unless they wanted the principal Celestia to send their asses kicked out of Teyvat high school. They had to obey… Not like they couldn’t speak Chinese, Japanese and German all in one.

Until that unfortunate day when they did meet you.

❝Oh shit—❞

It was a simple mere curse word, making Lumine and Aether alerted they’ve bumped into someone and did a fast reflex. Aether caught you by the waist while Lumine was behind you with her hands behind your shoulders— balancing you. Their eyes were widened at first, but sighed in relief as Aether’s free arm picked up your phone.

❝Woah there…❞ Aether smirked a little with slight hesitation as he had let you go. ❝Careful where you’re going, sir.❞ Lumine continued with an awkward laughter as the twins stood by one another again and was about to expect you to ask for help needed— until your lips started murmuring out a thank you and started leaving immediately that had them frozen there.

…

Weren’t you… Going to ask them if they could… Help?

…

Why did you leave? No, WHY didn’t you ask them for help? Did you not acknowledge them? Did you not have any commissions for them to do? Oh, so weak you looked, so, so, weak.

They could ruin you.

Lumine covered half of her face that was blushing by the very moment you were out of ear-shot, while Aether was just a blushing disaster at this point. Blinking so many times he didn’t understand.

For so long, the twins had to clean up everyone’s mess, having to talk to the person they’ve fallen in love with. They finally understood… Who that person was… There was no doubt the unknown student, was you. They’ve cleaned everyone’s mess and they dared hiding such a pretty boy like you? Bunch of bullshit students if you ask them.

They were going to— No. they ARE going to keep you safe. They wanted to corrupt you. Please, oh pretty please let them hold you. You looked so genuine back there for saying a simple thank you and then just that! You left! How more can you surprise the twins?!

But of course. The twins just had to realize it’s not just them who feels this way. Momently a while ago, they could hear the Fatuis— delinquents— wanting to lock you up in a janitor closet and keep you there until they’ve decided to kidnap you. This makes the twins’ bloods boil, especially when Childe is part of this.

Aether hated Childe and has fought with him beforehand to stop bothering other students, but Lumine’s hatred for Childe was on another level. Even before she noticed you. I wouldn’t want to explain much about how many times Childe almost died because of her— but it’s fine if you didn’t know, right?

…

If only it was that easy to get rid of someone.

You felt even more paranoid after just meeting the twins… You felt more eyes staring at you, as if you were a mouse trapped in a death trap. Except, this death trap is more gentle, sweetie.

Speaking of which;; Ningguan has memorized your schedule all in one, so you’ll never leave her when she knows you’re free~ ♡ Keqing and Jean would excuse themselves to be “sick” when all they ever want was you to feel pity for them. Any empathy from you will make them feral. You’ve also encountered Albedo many times, who always wants to help you improve your art.

Might I say, you were more comfortable with Albedo since he was your art partner, so you two stuck to one another like glue. And this is why it started Albedo’s possessive behavior… You’re so dumb, stupid, it’s horrendous. But Albedo dared not to say he quite enjoys your stupidity. You didn’t know math? He will teach you. You didn’t know science? Allow him to teach you so. It’s an excuse for him to be closer to you.

Guizhong would especially try making toys for you, y’know, knitting. Always allowing you to get things for free, if it means she could have your soul hugs. She just really adored you, you wouldn’t leave her would you? Of course not.

Nobody wanted you to leave them… Especially Scaramouche, the student who always stalks you. He’s most likely the number one stalker you’ve never had before, it’s bizarre. He’ll follow you EVEN if your parents are driving inside the car with you in it. He will follow.

I may, or may not, safely say that most of these interests have stolen your things. Some have even stolen your pencils you’ve chewed on— and God damnit those costed a lot. But that’s okay~ at least, Pantalone could pay you another one, but that’ll always lead to an argument with Childe who claims to be richer. It never ends well.

Or, maybe if they all stalk you, without each other knowing that all of them were stalking the same darling. In the same day. But that didn’t matter right now, they were watching you wearing your black tank-top and black shorts— eating popcorn as you watched your favorite show/series/movie.

You looked so stunning, so pretty. Fuck. They might just die from looking at you— you’re too pretty that they refused to let your presence be known to other schools. It wasn’t a surprise that they’ve learnt you dated a girl beforehand because she loved you for being pretty— they didn’t blame, but it was a shitty excuse to date someone.

Ah… And how you’re trapped with Sumeru characters. Tighnari asking you to partner up with him, only for Kaveh to snatch you right off the bat. Cyno and Al-Haitham would have more of a brutal fighting than reasoning it out. Yes, Al-Haitham speaks with reasons, but everything’s a mess when it’s you.

Everyone’s at each other’s throats to the point even Celestia fears them. Celestia has to one way or another, expel you. But that won’t happen because a certain blonde and a tanned man will kill Celestia for daring to take you away.

Anyway making dreaming freedom story

#various x reader #various #yandere x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin impact #reader x yandere

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b000mbayah · 1 year

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Yandere aespa reaction to you crying?

Absolutely anon!

╭──..★..───────.★.───────..★..──╮

Karina

What happened?

You were both just sitting on the couch in the living room, enjoying a movie together when you suddenly let out a sob, your body jerking forward in response.

Karina had turned her head to stare at you wide-eyed as she took in the sight of you trying desperately to hide your obvious crying. Your tears had slipped down your flushed cheeks and dripped onto the blanket covering you.

How long have you been crying?

Karina leaned forward, bringing you into her lap as she let you cry into her neck, dampening her skin deliciously as she rubbed your back comfortingly.

"Hey, hey, Princess, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Who did this? I'll kill them, I swear I'll kill them" she growled, asking a thousand questions a second as she began to shake in anger at the thought of someone such as your boss even laying a grubby finger on you.

"No" you managed to squeeze out between sobs, albeit it being a little distorted due to the slurring of your drained voice. "No more killing" you whimpered, pushing your head further into her neck.

"But if they've made you cry then they should pay for what they've done" Karina resorted, gazing down at you.

"No" you repeated "I won't tell you, they don't deserve it… it was an accident"

Karina raised an eyebrow at your words, feeling off about them "was it actually an accident or are you just telling yourself that?"

Your silence was more than enough to give Karina the answer she knew was ought to become the issue. She wouldn't kill them in respect for you, but the assassin she'll hire will. Their death wasn't at the cost of her hands, it was at the cost of someone's job, someone else's hands.

Anything to keep her precious princess safe.

Giselle

She could hear muffled screaming coming from your shared bedroom when she arrived home from shopping. Giselle had instantly dumped all grocery filled bags and quickly made her way to the bedroom, already equipped for the worst to come.

But when she found you crying into your pillow, the sheets dishevelled and half your work clothes just thrown on the floor, she knew something much different was up.

Giselle could've guessed you were being harassed in one way or another, but since you were here and not at work for once- she knew it had something to do with that part of your life.

"Baby?" Giselle called out, stepping into the room and coming to sit by your side, causing a dip in the bed to form. "Why are you home? What's wrong?"

You mumbled something into the pillow, something about a customer and your boss. "Hey, calm down" Giselle's hand came to rest upon your shoulder, pulling you away from the pillow as your face looked like it had been sewn to it from the way it almost peeled from the fabric.

"Deep breaths, deep breaths please" Giselle helped to guide you through a more relaxed experience as your screams of frustration slowly subsided to a runny nose and puffy eyes.

"Here" Giselle smiled gently, handing you a tissue. You thanked her and sheepishly blew your nose before putting it on your bedside table. You'd end up cleaning it later anyway. "Now please, repeat that to me in standard words"

"A customer got me sent home… I think I'm losing my job" you frowned at the thought of having to go through multiple more interviews before getting another job.

"Why do you think that?"

"They were complaining about us being out of stock, claiming I sold the last dress in the style she had "put on hold" when her name was never on the list"

Giselle rolled her eyes at the common behaviour of people these days, she's witnessed a few of these occurrences but never had she thought once that you'd be put on the line for fire.

"When I wasn't looking she somehow got her name on the system- must've been when I went to get my boss for a proper discussion on the case. When we arrived back, all he saw as a confident women with her name in the system somehow"

Giselle groaned, standing up as she made her way to the door in a fit. "You're staying here, job or not, you're not leaving till this issue is resolved" Giselle told you in a darkened tone. But before you could even respond she had the door closed and magically locked from the outside.

You'd find yourself stuck in the room as she got back in her car to get information from your work. She'd need at least a name or camera footage before she'd be able to do anything, and trust me would she do everything.

Anything to keep her beloved baby safe.

Winter

When Winter awoke to the small sniffles of your sleeping figure, she narrowed her sleep dosed eyes at you, capturing small glimpses of a golden hazed tear slip down your cheek.

Her hands slipped out from under the covers as she gently shook you awake. Eventually, your almost silent sniffles turned into heavy breaths as you woke up half confused.

"What were you dreaming about darling?" Her voice was calm, considering the amount of anger and adrenaline now pulsing through her raging bloodstream.

"I- mmmm" you hummed, eyebrows furrowed as you thought hard before responding "Work"

"Who at work?" She asked, edging on your still sleepy mind.

You yawned. And then you spoke. "Some new boy- thinks he can boss all the women around like we're rats to his flute or whatever. Can I sleep again?"

"One more question, okay?" You only hummed, eyes still shut with the weight of sleep heavy upon them. "What did he tell you to do?"

"Mmm… fetch him lunch, scratch his back, mmm, something else. Can I sleep now?"

"Of course darling" Winter smiled through tight lips, stroking your hair calmingly as you quickly fell back asleep. However, as soon as you fell into rest, Winter got up to work, and you can bet that work involved that new boy.

Maybe she'll give him a taste of his own medicine. You scratch his back, she'll scratch it too- just three times harder with a knife or something else just as sharp.

Anything to keep her dearest darling safe.

Ningning

Ningning hadn't questioned why you were at the shop down the road for so long. You had left a good hour ago and she had yet to see any signs of you.

After a further five minutes however, you had re-emerged from that front door, hair a slight mess as your eyes brimmed with diamond plated tears.

Ningning had practically thrown herself at you, hands on your shoulders as she looked at you worriedly with widened eyes. "Why are you crying?" You shook your head, hanging it as you just kept silently crying into the air. "Sweetheart, please tell me. If they've made you cry I need to know"

You gulped.

"Some retail worker was creeping me out the other week- and- and I saw them again today. I was hoping they weren't working today, but they were."

Ningning had scowled, scoffing and spitting at the thought of someone making you uncomfortable, so much so that you had cried and returned empty-handed, wasting an hour of your time.

Without another word, Ningning had released your shoulders and dashed for her shoes and a jacket. You gave her a confused look as she opened the front door, fists balled into tight clamps. "I'll be right back sweetheart, see you in a second"

You had no chance to squeeze in another word as the door was forcefully slammed shut in one swift motion. You knew what she was going to do, and at this point, there was no stopping her from doing what she apparently does best.

You know Ningning is only trying to protect you, but you can't help but feel bad for the number of people she's killed for your convenience. She sees nothing wrong with it, so why bother? She'd never change her mind, not when it comes to keeping you happy.

Because she'd do anything to keep her swain sweetheart safe.

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undertale-writing-times · 1 year

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Can I also have the yandere prompt “Just remember that I’m never going to leave you. That’s a promise.” with sans?

Of course!

I did something different this time >w>

You killed him.

The skeleton that took you away from everything. You finally got the drop on him!

At first you thought he was fun, and nice, but then he changed. You just noticed it but you felt like a fool for not realizing before!

He made all your friends seem like bad people so you wouldn't spend time with them. Even your family.

It was only him you could hang out with, and maybe a few others.

You found out that he's been blocking calls from reaching you. That's why your family hasn't been checking on you.

Everything was going wrong because of him!

You went to bed that night, going to go to the police tomorrow... You'd turn yourself in.

Yet, in the morning, when you woke up, you felt a familiar pair of arms around your waist. "H...Huh?"

You turn your head down, looking at the arms and tense up. Sans? But...

"Sans?" You whisper.

He yawns, nuzzling into your neck "yeah?"

You gulp, your body shaking. You knew what you did, you knew you killed him! "You... You feeling okay?"

He chuckles, giving you a soft squeeze "peachy. By the way, your mom called, wants to talk to ya"

Wait what?

That's... You don't answer for a second, then nod "okay... I'll call her back later" this was so weird.

"Hey Y/n?" He starts, making you hum in answer while lost in thought so he chuckles and continued "just remember that I'm never going to leave you. That's a promise"

That caused you to tense again, your muscles screaming at you and your mouth felt dry.

What the hell was going on?

#Undertale #Undertale Asks #Undertale Sans #Sans #Sans X Reader #Reader X Sans #Yandere Sans #Yandere #Yandere Character #Yandere Male #Undertale Yandere #Undertale Ask Blog #Undertale Imagines #Yandere X Reader #Reader X Yandere #Murder Mention #TW: Murder

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maruzzewrites · 7 months

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may I request Prosciutto with Red no. 5 "I want you to kiss me right now" ? thank you!

cw: emotional manipulation

You begged and begged to be told what you could do for him, so that he won't be angry at you.

You wished you knew the way to his heart without having to consult him, because every time you didn't know, he would frown in that same way that betrayed deep trouble. He would sigh, stay silent, let it stew until you were tense like a violin's cord over the possibility that he will never, ever return to normalcy.

Was it the outfit, this time? Was it the hair? Did you talk to that person too much or not enough? You wanted to be his perfect partner, you want to be looked at with the need to praise, not scold. You didn't want to turn frail under his touch simply because you had to be taught a lesson.

You want to please him, and you want him to ask for your attentions. To name the thing, and you will do it, no question asked.

Like right now? Why can't it always be like right now? When he looked you over, leaned in and whispered a soft, "I want you to kiss me right now."

It is just perfect the way your arms immediately find his shoulders, holding on for dear life, as you give him exactly what he wants and you get exactly what you want.

Why can't it always be this perfect, you think. And then you answer simply, knowing you will have to do more.

#jjba #reader insert #prosciutto x reader #prosciutto #reader x yandere #yandere la squadra

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daffodillydilly · 11 months

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Bottom of the deep blue sea - Chapter Two (Yandere sea creature x reader)

I looked at the strange live fish that the creature held out to me, its slimy texture glistening under the dim light of the cave. The scent wafted up to me, mixing with the damp salty air.

"No, thank you," I said softly, shaking my head. The creature's three-eyed gaze locked onto me, emitting a low, questioning trill, their long arms still extended, offering the still wriggling fish to me.

I tried to communicate my refusal, pointing at the fish, and then shaking my head more vigorously. "I can't," I murmured, "I appreciate your kindness, but I…I can’t."

The creature's expression shifted, and they produced a series of clicking sounds, perhaps trying to convey reassurance or convince me otherwise. But I couldn't understand the meaning behind their words.

With a slow, deliberate movement, they opened their cavernous mouth, their gaze never leaving mine as if they were making sure I wasn’t frightened, and then slipped the fish inside. They trilled, before diving down into the pool and returning with another squirming fish clutched in their large hand.

As the creature held it out to me, I felt a mix of guilt and gratitude. It was clear that they were trying to provide for me, but the sight of the raw, wriggling fish made my stomach churn. I couldn't bring myself to eat it, despite the creature's intentions.

"I can't," I repeated softly, "I really appreciate it, but I don't know if it's safe for me. And…I don’t know what I’d do if I got sick here.”

With a low hum, the creature slowly withdrew their extended hand, the fish slipping back into the water with a gentle splash.

They stared at me, as if considering what to do, as if trying to figure out what to bring me. Then with a flash of recognition, their eyes widened, and they dove down once more into the pool, before returning with a large hand full of assorted plants, none remotely looking edible.

They trilled enthusiastically as they presented it to me. An amused smile crept to my lips even as my stomach rumbled in disappointment. Their gestures showed a genuine desire to help, even if their understanding of my needs was limited.

"Thank you," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. "I appreciate your effort. You're very kind." I pointed at the plants they had gathered and shook my head, indicating that I couldn't eat them. "But these... I don't think I can eat them either.”

The creature tilted their head, repeating their trill.

"I wish I could understand you," I sighed, feeling a pang of loneliness and frustration.

The creature's eyes softened, and they emitted a gentle cooing sound. They reached out again, this time with an empty hand, and gently stroked the top of my head. I leaned into the creature's touch, appreciating the comfort it brought. Despite our language barrier, their actions spoke volumes.

"You're trying your best, aren't you?" I murmured.

The creature emitted a soft, melodic hum, their touch becoming even more soothing. It was as if they understood the sentiment behind my words, even if they couldn't comprehend the specific meaning.

Several hours passed and my rock ledge became littered with their various attempts at feeding me. From semi-edible clumps of seaweed that I had half heartedly chewed, to the remains of small sea creatures that I couldn't even bring myself to touch.

I sat against the cave wall, lost in my thoughts. The creature had retreated to the depths of the pool, leaving me to contemplate my situation. I wondered if there was any hope of finding my way back home or if I would be forever trapped in this mysterious place.

I had spent at least an hour slowly walking around the confines of the cavern, tapping on the stone wall, searching for any opening while the creature was away. There were a few finger sized holes near the far roof of the cave, seemingly leading into other wider open air caverns, but they were inaccessible to me. The pool was the only entrance and the only exit.

Suddenly, a splashing sound caught my attention, and I turned to see the creature emerging from the water emitting an enthusiastic trill.

“Hi…” I greeted softly. “What did you bring me this time?”

They darted towards me, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. In their arms was a waterlogged cooler, adorned with colorful beach-themed stickers. It was clear that they had retrieved it from somewhere nearby, perhaps stolen from a beach.

They carefully set the cooler down in front of me, and I eagerly pried it open to discover a treasure trove of water bottles, Gatorade, and various snacks - granola bars, packets of crackers, and even some dried fruit.

I let out a delighted gasp, and immediately reached for a water bottle, unscrewing the cap, and gulping down the contents in a second, hardly having realized the extent of my thirst until that moment. I reached for a second one, drinking it down just as quickly.

The creature emitted a joyous trill, their eyes conveying satisfaction and happiness as they watched as I enthusiastically tore open a packet of crackers and devoured them, relishing the taste of something familiar and comforting.

As I savored the snacks, my gratitude swelled within me, and I thanked them between each bite. The creature responded with a pleased purr each time, clearly overjoyed at having been able to provide for me. Once I had finished indulging in the snacks, with enough left over for at least another meal, I sat back, staring at the creature in appreciation.

"Thank you," I said again, my voice filled with emotion. "I feel bad for whatever family you stole that from but thank you for bringing it to me. Thank you so much!”

As the creature leaned in to nuzzle their head against mine, a brief flicker of apprehension crossed my mind. Although the cooler no longer had ice and several of the snacks had been damaged or dented, the expiration dates on the plastic packaging indicated they had been purchased not too long ago. I must be near a beach somewhere. Close enough to land that the creature could return within an hour or two.

If so, why hadn’t they taken me there after they rescued me? It seemed strange that they would spend all this effort attempting to feed me, when they could have just dropped me off.

I leaned back to meet their gaze, searching for any hints of their intentions, but all I saw was a sense of overjoyed contentment, as if providing for me was enough for them. It was clear that they genuinely cared for my well-being, but the question of their motives remained unanswered.

I pointed towards the cooler and then gestured towards one of the stickers of a beach at sunset, trying to convey my curiosity about where they had obtained it. The creature tilted their head, seemingly pondering my gesture.

The creature's three-eyed gaze locked onto the sticker I was pointing at, and their expression shifted into something darker. They let out a low rumbling sound, before nuzzling against me once more.

“Do you understand me?” I asked, despite the feeling of their damp face against the hollow of my neck. “The beach. That’s where you got this from, right?”

Another low rumble.

“Can you take me there? Take me to where you got the cooler?”

The creature seemingly ignored me as they cooed in my ear. I gently disentangled myself from the creature's embrace and sat back, staring at them. They emitted another soft cooing sound, their expression filled with what I could only interpret as affection.

"I appreciate you taking care of me," I spoke softly, "But I really want to go to the beach, to see where you found this cooler. Can you understand me?"

One of the creatures’ long tentacles sought out an unopened Gatorade bottle and held it up to me. It seemed that they were offering me the drink, perhaps as a way to divert my attention or express their inability to fulfill my request.

I took it from their grasp but set it back down on the rock shelf.

“The beach.” I repeated, “I want to see it. Can you take me there?”

I watched as their eyes narrowed, in a now familiar look of annoyance, just like the last time I had asked to go to the surface.

“You know what I’m saying, don’t you…?” I asked, feeling a sudden strange sense of unease. “You know that I want to go back to land. Back to people. You know what I’m asking, don’t you?”

The creature's three-eyed gaze met mine, and for a moment, there was a sense of tension in the air. Their expression seemed to blacken, and they emitted another low rumbling sound, but this time eerily resembling a growl.

I leaned back, maintaining eye contact with the creature, trying to convey the urgency and importance of my request. "I need to go to the beach," I said firmly, "I need to find my way back home. Please, understand me."

The creature emitted the sound again, their gaze shifting between the cooler and me. It was difficult to discern their true intentions, but I couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling that they were blaming the presence of the cooler for my request.

I reached out and gently touched one of their long tentacles. "You can understand me, can't you?" I whispered, my voice tinged with both desperation and hope. "Please, take me to the beach. Help me find a way back."

The creature's gaze softened, and they emitted a trilling sound, almost resembling a sigh. They withdrew their tentacle from my touch, and for a moment, there was silence. Then, with a sudden burst of movement, they turned and swiftly disappeared into the depths of the pool with the unmistakable energy of someone leaving the room to avoid an argument.

I sat there, staring at the empty space where the creature had been, a flurry of emotions swirling within me. The creature's actions left me feeling both disappointed and confused. I was certain they had understood my plea, but for some reason, they were unable or unwilling to grant it.

As I contemplated my next move, the realization dawned upon me that I couldn't rely only on the creature's assistance. If I wanted to find my way back home, I would have to take matters into my own hands. Now that I had eaten and drank, I felt a steady thrum of energy flowing through me.

I stared at the pool of water with a sudden sense of determination. Carefully I peeled a clump of bioluminescent algae from the wall and scooted towards the edge.

As I gazed down into the black abyss, I felt my courage immediately waver. Still, I lowered my feet into the bath-like salt water, the ominous dark void staring back at me, with no indication of how deep it was or where it led.

As I eased my body into the water, the familiar feeling of weightlessness embraced me, momentarily sending a wave of panic coursing through my veins. I told myself that I was only taking a quick look, a glimpse into what lay beneath the surface.

After a deep, calming breath, I submerged myself in the water. The world around me instantly transformed into a distorted blur of shadows and muted colors and I fought against the immediate instinct to resurface.

Using the algae in my hand as a feeble source of light, I glanced around, my eyes stinging painfully from the saltwater. The faint glow and my searching hand revealed the rocky walls of an underwater cave, covered in moss and barnacles. There were small fish darting in and out of crevices, and the occasional flicker of movement caught my attention.

As I started to swim deeper, I felt a sudden rush of movement behind me. Startled, I turned my head to see three intense balls of light bolting towards me. Before the fear even had a chance to settle, I felt the sudden suffocating grip of several panicked tentacles wrapping themselves around my body.

Desperate, I reached out, grabbing onto the creature's tentacles, hoping to pry them loose. But it only seemed to further enrage the creature. Their eyes burned with a ferocity I had not witnessed before, and they emitted a low, guttural growl that reverberated like an earthquake through the water.

With a swift motion, the creature jerked their body, violently propelling us upwards and back into the grotto. The force of their movement sent us airborne for a moment, and they landed on the rock shelf with a loud wet smack.

My eyes stung from the salt, and tears streamed freely down my face as I violently coughed out the water I had swallowed from my brief futile struggle.

Lying on their chest, gasping for air, I looked up to see the creature’s face hovering above me, its three-eyed gaze filled with anger and worry as the bioluminescence in their cheeks glowed a threatening, vibrant red, casting an eerie light on the rocky walls of the cave. Their rumbling voice reverberated deafeningly loud, the vibrations shaking my entire body.

Struggling to catch my breath, I reached out with trembling hands, "I’m sorry!" I panted, "Please! I just... I’m sorry. I…I just wanted to…”

The creature's three-eyed gaze bore into mine as I trailed off, and for a moment, the rumbling subsided. Their grip on me loosened, allowing me to draw in deep, ragged breaths, but their tentacles remained wrapped around me, nearly covering my entire body.

“I’m sorry.” I coughed. “I didn't mean to make you mad! I’m sorry.”

Slowly, the creature's expression softened, and the vibrant red glow in its cheeks began to fade into a simmering green blue. In a gentle motion, the creature loosened their grip further, and they let out a soft mournful cry as they nuzzled their face against mine. I remained cautious, not wanting to make any sudden movements that might reignite its anger.

Their hands prodded around my neck, and for a brief moment I thought they were going to choke me, but instead they just rested their fingers against my jugular notch, caressing the shell from my makeshift tentacle necklace, as if making sure it was still there.

“Yes I…I didn’t lose it.” I murmured, feeling my heart race a million miles a minute. “You, uh, you tied it really well.”

The creature let out a responding coo, their body relaxing beneath mine as if relieved. Their hands swept up my neck, and caressed my face, running their fingers over my cheekbones and clearing the stinging salt from my eyes in a surprisingly gentle and soothing touch.

“I…I’m sorry.” I repeated in a hesitant voice as they swept my soaked hair from my face. “I didn’t mean to make you so upset.”

The touch of their webbed hands sent a peppering of goosebumps down my limbs, and the creature swept them away, running their fingers down my arms. They seemed to be checking if I was hurt in some way, and when they discovered no injuries, their body relaxed further.

As the creature's touch continued to soothe me, I asked softly, "Why... why can't I leave?”

The creature trilled a high-pitched question, and I tentatively pointed to the pool of water. The creature's grip immediately tightened around me, their touch momentarily intensifying as a warning as they let out a sharp click.

"No, no!" I reassured them, "I'm not trying to leave again. I…I just want to know why."

The creature's grip strengthened, their three-eyed gaze searching mine for understanding. They emitted a series of clicks and trills, a melodic language that resonated with both caution and affection. Slowly, they eased their hold on me, their touch transitioning from protective to gentle once again.

"But please, tell me why." I implored, my words barely above a whisper, my eyes locked with theirs.

In response, the creature emitted a trill that conveyed both confusion and longing. With a slow, deliberate movement, they released their grip on me, setting me down on the rock shelf and allowing me a modicum of freedom, but their watchful gaze never wavered.

Summoning my courage, I repeated my gesture, pointing toward the pool of water. In an instant, the creature's response was rapid and resolute. They swiftly swept me into their arms, their grip tightening with a sharp click, a clear indication that straying beyond the bounds of the cave was not permitted.

My heart pounded in my chest as frustration and fear welled up within me. "But why?" I protested, as they nuzzled their head against mine, trailing their webbed fingers down the back of my hair. "That's the only way out. Why am I not allowed to leave? There are people who care about me, who need to know that I'm alive. I need to leave."

They briefly pressed their forehead to mine, their lantern-like eyes closing, before they lowered their head to press a strange kiss to the tulip shell of my tendril necklace, the gesture incredibly tender and reverent.

A shiver coursed through me as I felt the direct pressure of teeth around the delicate skin of my neck. As the creature grazed my skin, a surge of panic shot through me, and I instinctively tensed, expecting the worst.

But instead of pain, I felt only delicate contact as their teeth caressed my throat, in a dangerous display of trust and caution. Their touch became gentler, almost apologetic, as they emitted a soft, sorrowful trill.

With a tremor in my voice, I whispered, "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just... I need to know. I need to know why I can't leave."

The creature lifted their head to meet my gaze, their eyes brimming with a strange combination of emotions. They released their hold on me, their webbed hand trembling as they reached up to touch my necklace once more.

They wrapped their other hand around my own and brought it up to their neck placing my fingers on the black stone embedded in their jugular notch. The stone I had picked out for them was now glowing with vibrant pink bioluminescence.

Struggling to find my voice amidst the intensity of the moment, I whispered in a tremulous tone, "What... what are you trying to tell me?”

The creature let out a gentle, loving purr that reverberated through my fingertips.

With a dawning realization, a chill crept up my spine. I stared at the black stone, its pink glow pulsating in sync with their rapid breaths.

Dread swelled within me, twisting in my gut as I tried to make sense of it all. The creature's intimate actions, their eagerness to provide for me, their longing gaze, and now this gesture with the shell and the stone - it all painted a picture I hadn't dared to imagine before.

I had thought I was just expressing gratitude towards the creature for rescuing me, but in their eyes, I had unknowingly bound myself to them. Unintentionally accepting their offer of some sort of unbreakable union.

The stone and shell seemed to be as significant as a wedding ring.

The creature, sensing my growing unease, emitted a soft, pleading trill. Their eyes searching mine for understanding. In that moment, I saw a vulnerability in them that mirrored my own. They had opened their heart to me, and now they longed for reciprocation.

I struggled to find my voice, the words stumbling out in a shaky whisper. "I... I don’t understand…”

The creature's grip tightened around me once more, their three-eyed gaze filled with a mix of affection and possessiveness. It was as if they were silently claiming me, marking me as theirs. The realization sent a surge of panic through my veins, making my heart pound even faster as I now found myself entangled in a relationship I hadn't even realized existed.

Every instinct in me screamed to break free. The creature's touch, once comforting and gentle, now felt suffocating and invasive. "I... I never meant for this to happen. I didn't realize... I didn't understand.”

Their eyes flashed with hurt and desperation, their trills and clicks echoing through the cavern, a language I struggled to comprehend. It was a plea, a plea for me to see the depth of their feelings, to acknowledge the bond that had formed between us.

But the weight of their emotions only added to my fear. The thought of being tied to this creature indefinitely, unable to escape the confines of the cave, filled me with a profound sense of claustrophobia.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I implored, my voice cracking, "I'm sorry... I never meant to lead you on. But I can't stay here.”

The creature's response came in the form of a mournful cry, a sound that reverberated through the cave. The cry echoed in my ears, haunting and filled with a profound sadness that pierced my heart.

The creature's grip on me tensed, their three-eyed gaze locking onto mine with unwavering intensity. Their trills and clicks filled the air, conveying a raw blend of frustration, hurt, and a firm insistence that I honor the commitment I had unintentionally made. The cavern seemed to shrink around us, suffocating and closing in on every side.

A surge of fear coursed through my veins as the force of their gaze made it clear that they were not willing to let me go. Their arms tightened like a vice, restricting my every movement, and leaving me gasping for breath. In that moment, the creature's hold on me became not only possessive but also threatening. Their insistence on honoring the vow I had unknowingly made began to smother any rational thought, trapping me in a claustrophobic nightmare.

My mind raced with thoughts of escape, but as their shrill cries and clicks filled the air, desperation and hurt emanating from their very core, a new realization dawned upon me - I was in grave danger. The creature's eyes bore into mine, demanding a response and panic seized my body.

I had to calm the creature down, to ensure my own safety. With a trembling voice, I spoke the words that would seal my fate.

"Yes, alight" I croaked, my voice barely audible amidst the creature's wailing. "Yes, I understand.”

The cave fell deathly silent as the creature stared at me. Wide lantern-eyes swallowing me whole in their effort to understand my words. A momentary stillness settled over us, hanging in the air like a heavy fog. But beneath the surface calm, an undercurrent of possessiveness remained, like a predator ready to strike.

“I’ll stay.” I whispered in a rush. “I…I understand. I’m sorry. I’ll stay.”

Relief washed over the creature's features, their grip on me loosening slightly as their eyes softened. They began to emit soft, gentle coos of contentment, filling the cavern with a strange sense of serenity.

But deep inside, I felt a growing sense of terror. The choice I had made was not one of genuine acceptance, but rather a desperate attempt to appease the creature, to quell the storm that raged within them. I had succumbed to fear, sacrificing my own independence to ensure my immediate safety.

As the creature released their achingly strong hold on me, their touch now gentle and loving, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss. The freedom I longed for seemed even further out of reach, as I found myself bound to a creature I barely understood.

The creature let out a deep, purposeful purr, closing their headlight bright eyes, and enveloping me in their arms once more as they carried me further into the cave and away from the only exit.

There was a smooth dip in the rock where a smaller ring of stone created a natural cozy alcove. The creature had spent a small part of the day relocating my makeshift bed from last night into this area, and during their excursions to find me food, had collected several armfuls of soft plants and even a couple of damaged beach towels to add to the budding nest.

After the creature carefully placed me down, they gazed at me, cooing gently with a glimmer of satisfaction at having achieved their desired outcome. They settled in beside me, their large sinewy body forming a protective circle around me. Or a barrier to the only escape route.

As I lay there, enveloped by the creature's gentle touch and defensive presence, a wave of resignation and fear overwhelmed me. The reality of the situation sank in, and I understood that, for the time being, my best chance of survival relied on playing along with the creature's desires.

They cooed at me, as if asking if I was comfortable, and I stared up at them. My gaze met the creature's three eyes, and I mustered a weak smile, trying to convey a sense of gratitude and acceptance.

“Yes, thank you.” I mumbled, although I wasn’t in the least bit tired.

I watched as their tendrils wriggled in the soft light cast by their glowing eyes and the bioluminescent algae surrounding us. They replied in a gentle chirp, curling a tentacle beside my head, forming a strange writhing pillow.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond to this unusual gesture before cautiously resting my head against the creature's tentacle, feeling its soft and slightly cool touch against my cheek.

The creature emitted a soft purr, their vibrations reverberating through the rock beneath us. They seemed to take my response as a positive sign, confirmation of the relationship that they believed existed between us. Their three eyes closed in contentment, and I could sense a growing sense of satisfaction emanating from it.

Their arms enveloped me once again, and I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort. The touch of their hands on my face, the gentle caresses, and their soothing presence began to ease the tension within me. It was as if they understood my fears, offering solace and reassurance in their own unique way.

I allowed myself to relax slightly in their embrace, all the while wondering how I had gotten into this situation.

As they nuzzled their head against mine, a realization began to dawn on me. The creature's possessiveness and insistence on my staying with them weren't born out of malice but rather a deep-rooted longing for connection. They had saved me, cared for me, and in their own way, they believed they were reciprocating the bond that had formed between us.

But their understanding of that bond and mine were worlds apart. While they saw it as an unbreakable union, I saw it as an accidental promise made under pressure.

I knew deep down that I had to find a way to escape. But for now, I had to tread carefully, to appease the creature and gain their trust, while waiting for the opportunity to run.

Or more likely swim.

Far far away from here.

#original story #bdbs #Chapter two #reader x yandere #yandere mermaid #yeah they def got weird ocean married lol now you're trapped #nonbinary yandere x reader

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Sleep Paralysis Demon

Yandere OCxReader

This was an anon request ^^

My eyes shot open as I breathed in deeply. My heart was pounding against my chest fast, my chest in pain and I swore I was having a mini heart attack.

But I knew I wasn’t.

A heart attack doesn’t wake one up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat.

I was having anohter panic attack, one that had woken me up from a nightmare I was having.

It was about him again…

My right hand went to my chest as my left hand squeezed my sheets. I tried my best to calm my breathing, to get my heartrate back to normal.

The room quiet and dark and I was terrified of the shdaows that lurked in the darkness. For all I know, he could be lurking there.

He is always lurking.

I can’t seem to escape him no matter how much I needed to…

I closed my eyes, gulping as my heartrate went back to normal. Slowly sitting up, I looked to my side, my eyes landing on the window. I wanted to crack it open since I was so hot and sweaty but I scared that he may be out there and see me opening my window for some fresh air as an invitation.

I blew out a shaky sigh.

“I’m thristy…” my voice was hoarse and dry.

I crawled out of bed and shuffled my way to the kitchen. I got took the jug of ice cold water out the fridge before grabbing a cup.

I poured the water into the cup, quickly drowning it down, the cold liquid helping calm my mind and body. I poured another cup and drunk that too, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath as I placed the empty cup on the kitchen counter.

“I’m guessing you dreamt of me again?”

My body froze along with my breathing. The cold water that was once helping me calm down was no enchancing the fear that was now budding within me.

My body felt as though it was dumped by a bucket of cold water, my nerves burning with a cold fire as I quickly registered his voice.

“Marcelo-“

“Mmm… Are you afraid?” his voice was velvet like and though I use to be in love with that voice, it now scared me so.

He got up from the couch, his footsteps silent as he came close to me. “You shouldn’t be scared mi amor… you know I would never hurt you…” the back of his hand caressed my cheek and I just knew his blue eyes were swirling with that obsessive gleam that was always there, hidden in plain sight. “I love you too much… you know that.”

I was somehow able to will my body away from him, though it wasn’t too far, only a couple of steps. My kitchen was tiny and I was cornered by him.

“All you ever done was hurt me…” my voice was low, quiet as I stared at the ground.

He chuckled. “I’ll admit… my love for you has always been rather intense but…” he moved closer to me, his hand on my chin as he forced me to look him in the eyes. “But don’t you think that’s beautiful? To drown in the deep depths of the waters that is love?”

“Not when there isn’t any light penterating the water.”

Marcelo chuckled once more, his lips curling into a little smirk.

“But isn’t it exhilarating to be in the unknown?”

“It’s not when I’m drowning…”

“But why not just drown together? That’s all I ever wanted you know.” his whispered. “For you and I to drown in the depths of love.” A smile strectched his lips for a few seconds before it dropped. “But then you want to be rescused.” I whimpered as I felt his grip on my chin tighten. “You wanted to leave me stranded… ¿Como te atreves, carajo?” he sneered, and I felt my heart began to race once more.

I felt my eyes prickling with tears and I didn’t realize that my body was shaking until Marcelo said, “I have to admit though… I have grown to love the fear you have for me. There’s something so enticing about how you quiver and cry like a wounded kitten.” He paused for before leaning his face into mine, his breath hot breath hitting my lips.

His breathing was heavy and it made me feel sick knowing how turned on he was in the moment. “Mierda… Look at you…” his breathed out. “So weak… Hmm…” he hummed.

Marcelo let go of my chin, moving away from me in order to turn on the kitchen light. He turned his head, looking back at me. “That’s much better don’t you think?” he smiled, running a hand through his black hair, slicking back the few strands that hung in his face

He started to make his way back, his head looking at the kitchen counter, where the dishrack was placed, and grabbed a chef’s knife.

My eyes widened in horror as I looked at the knife, my breathing picking up pace as my heart began to race once more.

Before I could even do anything, Marcelo grabbed the back of my neck to keep me in place. He brought the knife close to my face as he skimmed the tip down my nose, the smile still on his lips.

“I’ll admit… I have grown to enjoy the fear you have for me. It’s enticing.” He breathed out.

He glanced away for a bit, licking his lips and only then did I see the look of confliction on his features for a few seconds before it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

“I know it’s bad. It’s not right but… I can’t help it sometimes…” he looked back at me.

“Marcelo please…” I begged.

“I gave you so many chances to put your pride aside and drown yourself into me but if you rather have me drown all by myself, then I’ll just have to drag you down to the depths with me.” His tone was serious.

I soon felt Marcelo’s plush lips against mine in a sweet, chaste kiss, a contrast to the danger that was radiating from him.

“I really do love you...” He whispered against my lips. I felt the knife slide down my cheek, onto my neck and chest. “I promise not to make it too painful.”

I soon felt a fiery, tearing pain in my stomach.

And I felt it again, and again, and again, and again, my hands trying and failing to push Marcelo away, to grab the knife in his hand, to do anything in order to save myself from this underserved death.

“Why?” I cried in a weak voice. I felt my body rapidly growing weak as my blood quickly poured from my stab wounds.

“Shh, shh mi amor.” Marcelo had droppped knife, his bloody hands cradling my face as he gently laid my dying body down on the floor. “It’s okay.” He cooed, comforting me. “I’m here.” He held my body, rocking back and forth as I felt my life slip away.

The memories and those I hold near and dear to me, flowing out of my mind as the blood flowed from my wounds. I couldn’t remember my name and it was becoming harder to breathe as I felt my heart slowing down.

But all I could hear was Marcelo saying sweet nothings as he soothed the light out of me.

I took in my finale breath before once again being in complete darkness.

They say that when you die, you must go to the light but that was a Christian thing and personally, I wasn’t a fan of the Christian god.

But I couldn’t help the anxiety induced fear at now being dead and trapped in darkness and as I walked, my surroundings began to change. The seemingly never-ending dark void began to lighten as soon I found myself in a gray-looking world where people were aimlessly walking around, their eyes void of life and light and I quickly knew where I was.

I was in purgatory.

So, I was in hell but only the first layer.

My fists clenched and unclenched as I felt myself break down into tears, finally crying but the reason for my weeping was complicated.

Of course, me being dead is one of the main reasons. No one wants to die young but obviously, there was more to that.

I was murdered by the man that I use love, murdered because of his obsession, his fucked up definition of love, his need to drive me into madness with him by any means and I hated myself because a tiny part of me still loved him. I couldn’t help it as he was my first love. My first genuine love… yet that love was so consuming that it had cost me my life and because of my resentment of god, I was now in hell.

What a way to go…

“What a way to go indeed.” A smooth voice said.

I froze and though I knew it wasn’t Marcelo’s voice, his voice being etched into my mind, I still couldn’t shake the fear that it was him.

I hesitantly looked up only to meet the browns eyes of a handsome stranger. His olive tanned skin popped against the gray and dull world and his hair was long and curly. A pleasant, welcoming smile sat on his lips as his eyes stayed on me.

He was very beautiful, quite possibly the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughed and his laughter pulled at my heart like one who pulls the strings of a harp.

“Most will lose all sense of their self when they come here. They immediately turn zombie like yet you,” he walked closer to me, “You’re still… alive.” The man looked at me with wonderment.

“Who are you?” I asked, my eyes red and puffy from my sobbing.

“I am Lucifer my dear.” The man smiled at me.

My eyes widen.

“Y-you’re the devil?” I asked and Lucifer nodded, laughing once more.

“Yes, I am though that is just an aspect of me.” He said, leaning in close to me and saying in a hush tone, “I have to give true sinners something to fear, don’t I?” he laughed again.

“I… I don’t understand…” I felt myself on the verge of crying once more but that quickly subsided as I felt warm hands cradling my face, and unlike Marcelo’s hands, these were genuinely comforting.

“No one ever truly understands my dear.” Lucifer gave me a comforting smile. “You have to live multiple lives or be immortal to understand why things work the way they do and even then, you may have difficulty accepting it if you do eventually understand.”

I sniffled as I felt a few tears roll down my cheeks.

Lucifer let go of my cheeks and grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket.

“What a cruel way to be loved.” He said quietly as he wiped my tears. “And what a cruel thing it is to be killed in the name of love.” His voice was soft.

It was quiet for some time as Lucifer comforted me, letting me cry all my tears until I could cry no more.

“Do you wish to seek justice?” his voice rang in my ears, and I looked at him, nodding silently.

“I knew you would want that.” He chuckled. “You see, one of the demons were tasked with turning your murder into a demon.” He began. “When some humans are so evil, they are turned into demons while still alive. It’s a form of punishment.” He spoke.

Lucifer put the handkerchief back into his pocket. “But I feel as though it would be best if you were the one to deal out the punishment though… it’ll come with a price.”

I gulped, having a feeling what that price may be.

“I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.” His voice was soft as he said. “You will have to give me your soul. Instead of Marcelo becoming a demon, it shall be you who will become one.”

I didn’t know how to respond; I could only blink at him. So many emotions was running through me all at once but if there was one thing I wanted so bad within the moment, it was to get revenge.

It was to kill Marcelo.

“But… but what will happen if I kill him? Would he become a demon too?” I asked and Lucifer shook his head.

“No… In fact my dear, I will personally see too it that he is tortured for all eternity.” He answered.

Lucifer placed one of his hands on my cheek and though I just met the man, I felt a fatherly love emanating from him. “You shall become my child… that is if you agree to give up your soul and become a demon.

“Though I am vain, I am not a lair.”

“Okay. I’ll give you my soul. I give you my soul if it means that I can kill him.” I said and Lucifer smiled brightly.

“I’ve always wanted a child...” he said softly.

I peeked my head into the room, seeing that Marcelo was asleep.

How long as it been since I was killed? I had no idea. It felt like I was only just killed but I could’ve been dead much longer than I had thought.

Time works differently when you’re not of the living or of the human world as the concept of time simply doesn’t exist anymore.

I walked into the bedroom. He always kept his bedroom door open whenever he would come back home extremely tired from work, too exhausted to even take off his outdoor clothes.

I always wondered how he could stalk me while also working but seeing as how his own boss didn’t believe when I told her about Marcelo harassing me after I left him, I stopped caring about that a long time ago.

I crawled onto the bed, crawling onto his sleepy form as his chest raised up and down in a pattern.

I sat on him, putting all my weight on his body and I saw his eyes shot open and as he opened his mouth, a weak whimper left his lips.

Confusion swirled in his eyes, along with fear… yet I still saw that obsessive love that always sat in his eyes whenever he looked at me and I felt myself grow in anger.

And before I knew it, I began to beat my mad lover to death.

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Yandere concepts — Masterlist

Yandere vampire x AFAB reader

Yandere angel x AFAB reader

Upcoming! Yandere Robot x Gender Nuetral reader

Upcoming! Yandere sun deity x AFAB reader

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cookie-crumblr · 7 months

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Hype Train!

F!Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 6~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, pet names (pretty, baby, pretty girl), ML calls self “daddy”( lemme know if y’all are into it or not XD), Descriptions of Sadistic violence, implications of past SA, gore, blood, torture live stream, Oral on m, live stream exhibitionism, long part, smutt sat the end!

AN: Sorry this one took longer than usual, i wrote like 11 different drafts and didn’t like any of them XD finally got to lucky number 12 and bam, let’s goooaaaarrrrr 🐶✨

“Isn’t it way too soon though…?” You ask in a slightly joking voice, not wanting to sound stressed.

It definitely stressed you out though.

You’re finally thinking somewhat rationally now. Asking yourself all those questions you should have asked that that first day he arrived for example…

How did he find you?

How did he get here?

What on earth did he do with Jared’s body?

Is he going to get away with that? How?

And How can he be so… Fine, after Murdering someone.

And those are just the ones you can think of off the top of your head before he responds.

“What?” He runs a hand through his bangs, “You sayin’ you’d rather stay in this danger infested shithole than come back w’ me?”

You try and pipe up, “N-no… That’s not what i’m saying at all, Jasper…” but you lose your voice at least halfway through.

A fear you’ve never even fathomed creeps it’s way into your soul.

“ ‘S what it sounds like, pretty.” Jasper’s voice is frigid.

This stings you more than anything ever has… You completely let your guard down to him. You actually trust him.

“Jasper, I am NOT saying that. I just think it’s way too soon for me to move in with you. I still have to pay off next month, not to mention breakin’ my lease, an I d-don’t know—”

His whole demeanor reverts in a terrifying instant. His eyes filling back up with adoration, “m’sorry, pretty girl. I’ll take care of everything and make up f’r twistin’ your words like that.” He sighs relieved, “I should’ve known that was the reason.”

It’s not the whole reason…

But you think better of adding anymore fuel to those embers, and possibly burning down the whole forest around you.

He fishes out an old looking phone, “Dev, get the delivery van ready. Sendin’ ya some coords.” While he’s closing the door and locking it behind him.

You stand there dumbfounded.

“W-wait! Jasper?!” You put on the first pair of shoes you see and run after him. He’s only on the first set of stairs going down when he hears you, and turns to wait while you re-lock the door.

“Ahh, y’wanna come watch daddy work, hm? Is that it, pretty baby?” He smirks.

You can’t tell if he’s serious, but you become bashful nonetheless. “Uh… Sh-sure! W-wait. What— what are you…? Where are you…?” your brain short circuits as you try and figure out where to even start.

He slings the bag over a shoulder, then reaches up to cradle your cheek in his palm. “’m kiddin’, pretty, let me take care ‘f it. I’ll bring ya a souvenir.” He winks, his pupils almost completely eclipse the beautiful icy blue of his irises. He looks so different right now. You can’t honestly tell what emotion he’s full of, but it sends a chill down your spine regardless.

You nod, nuzzling your face deeper into his palm and kissing his skin.

“Kay, please just… stay safe… I love you, Jasper,”

“I love you, pretty girl” he purrs, then bumps his forehead to yours. “Stay inside till I get back. I need ya t’ skip work if ‘m not back yet. ‘kay pretty? I know you wanna do all this on your own, and I need ya t’ trust me, lemme take care of you right now”

With slightly stinging eyes, you nod.

“‘At’s m’ good girl,” He presses forward, his lips barely touch yours in such a sweet gesture it makes your heart flutter.

How this guy can make you feel every emotion, and every feeling in all the books is beyond you.

“Whaddo ya think, Issac… This one thinks he’s some sortta little cartel king.” Jasper coos teasingly. The edge of his blade tilting up the bound and gagged man’s chin, with the tip dangerously close to puncturing that delicate little artery. “Thinkin extorting helpless lil ladies makes him s’m kinda badass,” His smile drips with malice.

“Oooh! Oh! I like the snitch treatment!” Issac excitedly hops over to Jasper’s side. His own blade glinting in the dim van lights as he waves it around.

“Be careful with that, would ya?” Dev.In snaps lovingly, as they lean against the opposite wall with their arms crossed.

“What do you think little king? Want your tongue cut out, n’ getting throat fuck by my knives?” He pauses as if to think, “or would you prefer ‘f I carved ya a pussy of your own? I could bring ya t’ that little place you like to send all those nice young ladies… Whats it called again?” He grins.

“OH OH OH! I KNOW THAT ONE! Me! Pick me!!” Issac raises his hand like an excited kid in school, “The pit!!!”

“mmhm! that’s it, I’m sure those clients of yours would have so much fun with a big boss like you all chained up… They’d prolly pay big bucks too,” The knife *shings* as he pulls it out from under the struggling man’s chin.

“Ooo! Jasper yur a genius! Can I change my vote!?!?” He raises his hand and waves it around as if he’s a kid voting on the family car trip to stop for candy.

“What do you think Dev?” Jasper looks over his shoulder to the body double with glowing eyes.

“I polled the viewers already. Overwhelming majority favor him getting his own cunt,”

“Well would ya look at that… I guess it’s time for a song change then.” Jasper turns off the music completely, looking directly at the man.

You fell asleep who knows how long ago on top of your blankets, and awake to the feeling of the bed shifting with a new body’s weight.

You feel scared at first, before it quickly morphs into joy.

It’s dark in the room now, but you reach up and hug them. “J-Jasper?” You whisper sleepily.

“‘Yes, pretty. I got cha some presents, though, I need ya ta just look, ‘nd not touch the first one.” He gets back up to turn on the colored room lights, “The second one’s all yours.”

They’re both in cute boxes covered in a cat print with little bows in your favorite color.

“Which ones which??” You ask.

“Here, pretty… remember, only look…”

You pull the ribbon, and your face drops when you take off the top.

You gag.

It’s… It’s a man’s…

Images of Jared’s concaved and bloody face, with a furious Jasper above him, flash behind your eyelids.

“W-Who? J-Jas—” Your body shakes as you swallow trying to hold in the rising bile.

“I know, pretty…” He pets you softly, “It’s a little hard to look at. but I wanted to give ya the proof that you’re free now.” He smiles calmly, his pupils are a normal size, you notice, even in the lower light.

“J-Jasper…” Your eyes are wide, but when he tells you that you’re free…

You can’t help feeling relieved.

“I d-don’t want to know what you d-did. Please don’t ever tell me…” You ask with a quiet voice before handing the closed box back. “Th-thank you Jasper.”

“‘f course, pretty girl,” he puts his hand back onto your head, his fingers trailing through your hair.

“mmmm,” Your eyes close for a second… “Wait!”

He pulls away with a smile on his face.

“D-do you wanna stream t’night?”

He licks his lips, “Why, pretty? Ya got plans f’me?”

“O—okay… C-close your eyes fora sec… And h-hit live, b-but wait t’start ”

“Oooo~ I like this already” His big grin shows off his long canines.

You put on a collar that Jared got you… You only kept it cause it’s cute.

You hope Jasper likes the idea though, and then he can get you a new one, and you can finally burn this one.

Trying to be stealthy and failing, you climb under your desk with a burning hot face.

Since he’s slouched pretty comfortably, his legs are already a little spread. You thank him for that in your head.

Your palms travel slowly up his thighs, stoping in his lap over his pants zipper and button.

This is a skill you hated having before, but you’re kind of excited to use it on him.

Your hands tremble slightly.

You look up to see a stupid smirk on his face, telling you he definitely knows what you’re about to do.

Maybe you’ll still surprise him.

You free his dick, your mouth falls agape never have actually looked at it this closely.

“When can I start, prettyy~” He almost sings.

You get comfortable between his legs, and rest your arms up on his thighs. “N-Now.”

Steeling your nerves you take a big breath, then you start by licking long strokes up his shaft. You feel his bulging veins against your sensitive muscle.

His leg twitches, making you a little more confident.

He doesn’t taste like the others. It’s not disgustingly salty at all, kinda just tastes like the rest of his skin. You sigh happily at that.

Flattening your tongue now to cover more area underneath his girth. While licking more eagerly, you’re getting more and more excited to please him with your mouth.

“Aw, Thanks,” He starts talking to the viewers. You look up and meet his eyes, “W-welcome back everyone, sorry it’s been a minute, my girl and I have been very busy the past couple days.”

You grab his cock in both hands, still having enough room for it, you wrap your lips around the tip too. Your lips have the perfect grasp on him, right under his glands. You suck hard, using your tongue to lick his tip while he’s inside your mouth to, and then expertly tug yourself off slowly with a loud *pop*.

Accidentally you tug on his piercing too, and he pushes his hips up.

“H-hey yurmomstinks, welcome back. S-sup, toxickitten.” His small stutters have you giddy, you really are doing it!

You made sure before hand he’s in the “just chatting” category, so you can reach up and grab one of his hands. You put his fingers under your collar to pull it.

“mmmhmmm,” he groans and looks back up at the chat, “U-uh, I-I’m good! How’re you, upset-b-beaver”

No other time that you’ve done this has ever turned you on… But you’re noticing yourself getting soaking wet.

More spurred on by your own body responding lewdly, you flatten your tongue under the tip, and open your mouth wide.

You look up to make sure he’s making eye contact, and breathe a big puff of hot air over it. Precum leaks out over his piercing and you savor it, it’s so much better than any other. You actually like the taste of his.

God, why is this making you so wet…

You close your eyes for a second, smiling and moaning.

His whole body shudders in response, you see his breathing becoming deeper, and his eyes are wide.

You aren’t aware, but he’s never enjoyed getting head this much either.

While he’s still staring into your eyes, you kiss his glands and give small little kitten licks there lovingly.

“A-ah um— Y-yeah, good for you m-man!” he clears his throat. “N-no! hah, um, yeah, I d-don’t know what we’re doing later, might get…” he takes a long breath “Chinese or… sss’mthin” The last part comes out slurring as if he’s drunk.

You are surprising him!! He wasn’t expecting this and you feel more and more in control and empowered as you go.

This is so exciting!

His face is getting so much redder everytime he looks down at you, and he really doesn’t want to pry his eyes away from you. It’s making you feel so warm and content.

“mmm y’taste so good Jasper…” You moan quietly, only for him to hear, as you take it into your mouth and relax your throat to go as deep as you can.

You almost touch base before pulling your head back.

You let your tongue become a bed for the underside of his length, then you go down further, touching your nose to his groin.

He sucks in suddenly.

“Uh-y-yeah, that, hah, movie n-nights are still thurs—days”

He remembers he’s holding your collar suddenly, having forgot all about anything other than your pretty, puffy lips taking care of his dick.

He pulls you by it gently at first, watching as your eyes close, enjoying him playing with you.

You pull back and breathe while you can, he pulls you back against his body and your airways get blocked.

“mm!” You moan, and gag not being able to breathe is usually so scary…

Usually.

But you trust Jasper, and this feels so hot…

He runs his fingers through your hair with his other hand, and continues talking to the viewers while you work him.

“Y-yeah, just like that,” He slips, a low moan leaving him, as he bites his lower lip, “Y-yeah, I mean,” He clears his throat again, “Y/Username is riiiight here. mmhmm. I’ll tell her y’all say hi,” His smug composure is quick to return, but it doesn’t discourage you.

You go down all the way, your nose pressing against his body, as his dick fills your throat.

You gag around his size, and tears stream down your face.

Hollowing your cheeks, you suck him with everything you’ve got.

He groans and his hips start jerking, chasing you as he gets higher and higher.

“Huh? O-oh, s-sure…”

Hearing his stuttering increase in frequency and feeling his cock twitch in your mouth you increase your speed, saliva runs down your chin.

“Mm!” He convulses not even worried about the chat anymore, and you suck as hard as you can.

“Ah! Y—Y/N!”

You take it as deep as you possibly can, and feel his burning hot cum shoot in thick streams down your throat you swallow around it making sure to hold his eyes with your own tear filled ones.

When you finally stop enjoying his powerless state of involuntary bouncing, while you keep sucking and overstimulating him, you remove yourself and open wide with your tongue out.

It shows him you swallowed every single drop.

He stares, mouth agape, as his mind stays utterly blown for a bit, until he reaches up and turns the stream off without saying a single word.

You beam full of pride, as he wipes at your tears.

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